I know it's raining out there somewhere
the oncoming headlights wash over me and then they're gone
but there's not a cloud in the sky above me, no

and the sunlight skips across my hood and I am gone
I am gone
crossroads on the interstate

settling back against the glare
and the future looms before me like that imaginary rain
that I am heading towards

so I'll tick off the mile markers
and I'll count the dotted lines
calculate the hours between what's your and what is mine

and the only place I know is a safe haven for this lost soul

The radio screams static out here

the am minstrels hawk and sell their wares
talk of Jesus and forgiveness as they're standing by
to take your number if you'll pay their fare

and everywhere the billboards look the same
I can't tell one attraction from the next
and the future looms before me

you are the beacon and my breath
that I am heading towards


So I'll count off the exits till I reach the state line
calculate the hours between what's your and what is mine
and the only place I know is still a thousand miles left to go.